Yes, Meng Zhao planned to have Ji Rushuang accompany him to Hu Mountain to search for traces of the Dan Chi Clan.
Towering Hu Mountain—even with the precise route and the corresponding range of activity marked out, the journey would inevitably be fraught with danger. The bitter cold, the mountain's savage beasts, venomous insects, poisonous miasma, and even bandits armed with blades—any one of them could endanger even a healthy, robust martial arts expert, leaving life and death hanging by a thread. Much less Ji Rushuang, a woman heavy with child?
It was, in truth, quite inhumane. One oversight, one mishap, could mean two lives lost in a single corpse.
Yet Meng Zhao considered his martial arts unrivaled. With the Emperor Yu Battle Armor and Flood Dragon Little Nine, the overlord among savage beasts, at his side, he could cross mountains and seas as though walking on level ground. He had more than enough strength to ensure Ji Rushuang would not be harmed.
At the same time, he had to take Ji Rushuang with him. Only then, once he came into contact with the Dan Chi Clan, could he swiftly establish ties with them and achieve his goal.
When Ji Rushuang heard Meng Zhao say this, her expression changed. Bitterness filled her heart as she thought, Just as I expected.
That day, Meng Zhao had used her pregnancy and inconvenient mobility as an excuse to temporarily abandon the idea of exploring the Mysterious Valley and obtaining Divine Skills and Techniques, earning himself a great wave of gratitude in the process.
Now, it could not be said that his true colors had been fully exposed. It could only be said that Meng Zhao's affection for her had its limits.
Seeing the change in Ji Rushuang's expression, along with the faint worry